Mallory felt her cheeks blush poured hot. Gesture Sabin was as arrogant and sexy, like himself. - Listen, - Mallory spoke, - I understand that you and Ben - brothers, but ... - Step Brothers. - From standing in front of him, he took a shaker table, poured out of him in a cocktail glass and walked over to her. - I bet he used to say to you that does not feel to me no fraternal feelings. - He's jealous of you. - Yes, my money. Ben always wanted to have the power, without making any effort for it. White handed the woman a glass.